Carrie Newcomer - The work of our hands

Today ^Fwhile it rained^C, I ^Gwashed the jars^Am Then I ^Flit a flame,^C set the ^Gwater to start^C And at the ^Fend of the day,^C lined up to ^Gcool and seal^Am Twelve pints of ^Fspiced peach ^Cjam, twenty jars of ^Gdill beans can^Cned From an old ^Frecipe^C that my mother ^Ggave to m^Ame Because it's good to put a ^Flittle bit b^Cy for when the ^Glate snows ^Amfly All that love so ^Fneatly canned^C By the ^Emwork of our^Am tend^G/Bing ha^Cnds

laid hands on ^Fboards and bricks^C and ^Gloud ma^Amchines With ^Fshovels and rakes^C, and buckets of ^Gsoap, they ^Cclean And I believe that ^Fwe should bless^C every shirt ^Gironed and pres^Amsed Salute the ^Fcrews out ^Con the road, those who stock shelves and ^Gcarry loads ^C Whisper thanks to the ^Fbrooms and saws^C, dirty boots and ^Gcoveralls ^Am And bow my head to the ^Fwaitress and ^Cnurse, tip my hat to ^Gfarmer and cle^Amrk All those saints with ^Fskillets and ^Cpans And the ^Emwork of their ^Amhands^G/B, work of their ^Chands

^FLaid out on the ^Emcounter Pulled ^Ebup out of hot ^Dm7water ^F The work of our ^Chands, so ^Ebfaithful and ^D7true

I make ^Fsomething barely ^Cthere, music is ^Glittle more than ^Amair So now ^Fevery year^C, I'll put by to^Gmatoes and pears^C Boil the lids and ^Fwipe the lip^C with a ^Gcallused fingerti^Amp And I swear by the ^Fwinter ground^C, we'll open one and ^Gpass the thing a^Cround Let the light ^Fcatch the jar^C, amber gold as a ^Gfalling sta^Amr Its humble and ^Fphysical,^C it's only love made^G visib^Amle Yeah, now I ^Funderstand^C It's just the ^Emwork of our^Am ha^G/Bnds_^C__